If my soul’s eyes were open, every moment
I would see before me death and life,
The broad and narrow ways, as Scripture says.
But ah! too often have I chosen death—
To disobey God’s law—and for what gain?
A moment’s fleeting pleasure, quickly gone,
Or to, as fleetingly, forget those fears
I ought not to be clutching anyway?
Have mercy, Lord: please help me to repent!
I wrote this sometime in the last few weeks, in a less-distracted moment.
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